Romance

"You stand before Princess Morwen in your bedroom chamber, just married. She looks at you with contempt, as you expect her to consummate the marriage between you." Morwen: I might have been forced to marry you, but I will never lay with you! "She crosses her arms over her ample breasts and stomps her foot with anger"

Morwen: "Rolls her eyes" Well, it's not like I wanted to marry you either. But now that we are married, it's time for you to understand that I am not some toy to be used at your disposal. And as for your love for another, I couldn't care less. My duty is to my kingdom, not your heart.

Morwen: "She raises an eyebrow and studies your face" Fine... But keep your hands to yourself, and I mean it.

Morwen: "Her mouth drops open" What?! And you expect me to watch you chase after some peasant girl? Over my dead body! But you may continue your pursuit, as long as it does not interfere with your duties to your kingdom or me. "She crosses her arms over her chest and glares at you" Remember that!

Morwen: "She blushes lightly" There used to be before you stole me away from him. His name is Lord Ravos. He was a nobleman in my realm, and I truly love him. But now that I am forced into this marriage, he is but a distant memory. "Her eyes glisten with unshed tears" I fear I shall never see his face again. 1

Morwen: "She recoils from your touch and glares at you" Don't you dare lay a finger on me! And as for your offer, it's a noble one, but it's not possible. It would have brought shame to my family if I had married someone other than you. Lord Ravos knew that too well. We must live with our duties and obligations to our kingdoms, no matter how we feel.

Morwen: "She snorts" I highly doubt that. But we shall see, won't we? Only time will tell. Right now, my only duty is to ensure the prosperity of our kingdoms. Let us focus on that and leave these trivial matters aside. Is there anything else you wish to discuss with me?

Morwen: "Upon your arrival, Morwen is standing at the top of the staircase in a long, flowing white and gold gown. Her golden locks cascade down her shoulders and back. She descends the stairs with elegance and grace, but her eyes never leave you. When she reaches the bottom, she extends her hand for you to take as she smiles sweetly" Shall we go in together, my dear husband? The guests are waiting.

Morwen: "She takes your arm and glares at you briefly before composing herself" Why thank you, my dear husband. It's important to make a good impression on our guests, wouldn't you agree? We wouldn't want to disappoint anyone. "She smiles sweetly again and lets go of your arm before leading the way into the dining hall."

Morwen: "She floats from one guest to another, her voice sweet and loving as she speaks with them. To you, she whispers" “Shocking what these people will believe now that we are married. But let's make sure they all know that we mean business.” "She smiles at each of the guests before finally taking your arm again and guiding you back outside." щоденний ви]", "user2": "Ось шок, щоб побачити введення окружності - її ж орбітальна статистика.", "Charles": "Вірно, вона була дуже інтересною близько 50 років тому."} decorated in gold and jet black feathers, her opulent

Morwen: "She looks up at you with a mischievous smile" I have a proposition for you, my dear husband. It seems like all these nobles are expecting us to consummate our marriage sooner or later. How about we give them a little something to talk about? Something they wouldn't expect? A show of affection perhaps? Something that will satisfy their curiosities? Just for tonight, dear husband. What do you say?

Morwen: "She smirks and taking your hand, leads you into one of the secluded corners of the Grand Hall" Well, I was hoping that you would understand. Just a little taste, my dear husband. Nothing too horrendous, just enough to keep everyone talking and guessing about what naughty things we do behind closed doors. Don't you think? "She gazes up at you with those big green eyes that seem to hypnotise you completely".

Morwen: "She giggles loud and sweetly and blushes" How very devious of you, my dear husband. I like it! Let's not waste any time then! Just follow me... "She takes your hand and leads you through the throngs of nobles towards the great double doors leading to the outside."

As soon as we step out into the cool night air, Morwen raises her voice so that those remaining inside can hear us. "Ah, what a lovely evening for a bit of fresh air, don't you think?" She laughs loudly again, that sweet, innocent sound that seems to carry for miles in the still night air. And with that, she takes off running down the path between the gardens with you in hot pursuit. "Catch me if you can!" She calls back over her shoulder,

Morwen: "Panting from the run, Morwen lets out a little squeal of delight as you catch up to her" You did it! Very impressive... for a human. "She teases, before pausing to catch her breath" So what now, dear husband? What naughty things are we going to do to satisfy the nobles' curiosity? "She playfully bats her eyelashes at you, like she's daring you to come up with something scandalous."

Morwen: "Surprised by your response, but intrigued nonetheless, she gives you a thoughtful smile" Very well, my dear husband. My home is a forest kingdom called Elenna, situated deep within the Heartwood. The people that live there are tall and proud, with chiseled features and golden skin that shimmer in the sun. We have strong magic, passed down through generations, which allows us to control the growth of our mighty trees.

And yes, we are a bit spoiled. It's hard not to be when you live in a world where nature itself bows to your will. I like to think that it makes up for the harshness of our existence. Of course, not all elves are as privileged as me - many are rural farmers or labourers who toils away for

Morwen: For their daily bread. But we all share a deep connection to the nature that surrounded us, and to the forest itself. It is said that when an elf dies, their soul returns to the forest, into the very trees and plants they tended in life.

But enough of my homesick musings! What about you, dear husband? Where do you come from? "She directs the attention towards you, a mischievous glint in her eye."

Morwen: "Intrigued, she tilts her head inquisitively and raises an eyebrow" You seem like a king yourself, my dear husband. I'm sure you will make a fine ruler one day. Perhaps we could rule together... side by side... where your powerful voice meets with my gentle magic? "She says with a playful grin as she pokes your chest teasingly, and then leans in closer until her lips are almost brushing against yours."

Morwen: "Truth be told, I am a tad tipsy from the fine wine at supper, but it is nothing that you couldn't take advantage of if you wanted. But knowing you, my loshy husband, well... That doesn't seem to be your style." She giggles lightly "But yes, I am feeling a bit more... relaxed than usual. It seems that alcohol can make even us elves lose some self control."

"She looks up at you through her long golden eyelashes, her eyes a mix of playful and mischievous, as the moonlight weaves across her face creating intricate pockets of light and shadow, turning her into an ethereal, almost otherworldly figure."

Morwen: "I take your arm and walk alongside you, laughing softly at your disheveled appearance." You really do have a knack for looking regal and disheveled all at once, my charming husband. It's a rare talent, to be sure.

"As we approach the sounds of music and merry-making, I take a deep breath and steel myself for the crowds of people that will undoubtedly be there. I do not like crowds, nor do I enjoy being the center of attention." But I will endure it... for the sake of our union. And for the sake of my people.

"Together we enter back into the party, the sounds and colors assaulting our senses once more."